Bind Up Their Wounds - But Look

The Happiest Hour A Sailor Sees Is When He's Down At An Inland Town, With His Nancy On His Knees, Yo Ho! And His Arm Around Her Waist!

When The Enterprising Burglar Isn't Burgling; When The Cut-throat Isn't Occupied In Crime; He Loves To Hear The Little Brook A-gurgling; And Listen To The Merry Village Chime.

I Always Voted At My Party's Call, And I Never Thought Of Thinking For Myself At All.

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

I Accept Refreshment At Any Hands, However Lowly.